ayaladn

who may as well sail

thru a woodland unannounc’d

pier amiss be this

 

or else Phoenician

flow thru the coastal Maya

fond of the floor-plan

 

one time a long climb

to a view cut thru the vines

thereto by blue djinn

one time a bonsai

regift’d longevity

to a clipper shipp’d

 

West of the East Bridge

no chance the willow shall root

hereon your saffron

 

peacocks fore three mums

trail on a whirl’d lilium

stonecrop dragons &

the men bore Sheba

laying on her chronicles

as wise as proverbs

 

from a sand worn land

& the timeless mysteries

of the oases

 

the arc of the palms’

rarest caravanserai

the figs & olives

I sang Sera to

be true what time suite abbreve

melancholia

 

Oh I know that well

as amanuensises

made a bucket lift

 

1 FM fore SIM

what time meme Mimi

now a time to cry